She catches it immediately.
“What are you going to do after that?” she asks, still laughing.
“You mean after my shower? I do not know. Maybe add some candy canes to the Christmas tree.”
She looks at the massive Christmas tree nearby, already decorated. She shakes her head.
“What?” I laugh.
“You just do not stop. The tree looks complete to me.”
“I know, but I found a box of candy canes in the kitchen. I thought they forgot to put them on the tree.”
She smirks.
“No. They use those for hot cocoa. Not for the tree.”
“Oh.” Heat rushes to my face.
“Do you want to make some cocoa, Sutton?”
“I need to shower first.”
“I can wait.” She licks her lips. “Or do you need some assistance?”
Oh, she is flirting. And it is working on me.
We both get up from the couch. Once again, I am reminded of Heaven’s height.
“What are you going to do in the meantime?” I ask.
“That depends on your answer to my previous question.”
Oh, she was serious. I open my mouth to say something but close it quickly. I do not want to ruin my chances of getting my money. But then again, we will be basically strangers the day after this. The temptation is there. So is the way my pussy is melting at the idea of her full lips on every inch of me.
“Unless you want to watch me clean myself.”
“I would not mind watching.”
I smile slightly. Without saying a word, I turn to the bedroom. This is my last Christmas. Why not fuck my boss’s sister?
Heading to the bathroom, I turn on the knobs to the shower. I do not know if she will take my offer, but if she was serious, this will let me know. Just by looking at her, I know she is a great eater. It would be worth it.
Stepping into the shower, I let my body relax.
The hot water pounds over my shoulders, washing away the last flecks of paint and the ache between my thighs from earlier. I have my hair tucked safely into a shower cap, eyes closed, head tipped back, letting steam fill my lungs. The bathroom door clicks open and I do not even flinch. I know it is her.
Heaven slips in behind me, the glass door sliding shut with a soft thud. Her arms circle my waist immediately, wet skin on wet skin, and she presses her lips to the side of my neck like she has been starving for me all over again.
“Took you long enough,” I whisper.
“I did not know if you wanted me to or not,” she murmurs, voice low and teasing under the rush of water.
I laugh, breathless already. “Figured you would follow.”
She reaches past me for the body wash, squirting a thick ribbon into her palm. The scent of vanilla and peppermint fills the steam. Her hands start at my shoulders, slow circles, thumbs digging into the knots there. Down my arms. Over my collarbones. She takes her time, like she is memorizing me. When she reaches my boobs, she cups them fully, slick palms sliding over my nipples until they stiffen into hard peaks. I arch into her touch with a soft moan.
“Turn around,” she whispers.
